His mouth is like fucking magic on my skin. Electric fire. He kisses, sucks, bites, and licks his way down to my thighs. He has this way of using his teeth that is so damn hot. He scrapes them along a certain area until I want to hang from his ceiling fan. What the hell is that all about? By the time he gets to my inner thighs, I am melting.
I’ve had men go down on me before—so-called boyfriends I thought I loved – and it’s been good. But tonight, I experience something extraordinary. Pussy, meet Ben’s mouth and tongue. Holy quivering vaginas. This man knows his way around a woman’s body. When he gets down to business, we are both speaking in tongues. He’s working me in a foreign language I’ve never heard. And I murmur incoherent words as I lose my grip on my native tongue. Either I have an out of body experience or I don’t even know what. All I know is he is a lethal combination of I’ve-never-had-anything-this-amazing and the-greatest-oral-sex-of-my-life.
“Sam, how are you doing there?”
“I-I’m not sure.” And it’s the damn truth.
His mouth is on mine and some way brings some sanity back to me. I taste my salt on his tongue and he grabs my leg, wrapping it around his waist. Then I hear him tearing open a condom, and I honest to God want to put the thing on him, but my limbs are still so loose and languid, I can’t get them to cooperate and move properly. So I lay there like the dead. He’s back and raises a brow, asking, “You with me here?”
“Yeah.”
“You look amazing. Tell me you feel as good as you look,” he says, as he hovers over me.
“Never better.” What I really want to say is, “Stop talking and get to fucking,” but I don’t want to embarrass myself, so I keep my thoughts to myself.
Then I feel his tip penetrate. I fist the sheet just before he rocks in and out until he’s deep seated. It’s been far too long since I’ve felt this. I feel full and stretched in all the right ways. And if I thought I could have slept like the dead after getting off once, I’m now fueled up again and ready to go. My hands cup his firm ass and I tilt my hips to meet him. One hand slides under me and he looks at me. “You good?”
“More,” I breathe, holding his eyes in challenge.
He braces himself on one elbow and thrusts in and out, hard and fast. His brow is furrowed and a fine sheen of sweat makes him glow. The man look like an illusion—like something I dreamed up.
“Tell me how you like it, Sam.”
He hits a spot that makes me groan, and I pant out, “Yeah, this is good.”
A hand moves between us and he finds my sensitive nub, which is still reeling from my last orgasm, and starts to apply the slightest pressure. Then he moves his finger so he’s rubbing but not really rubbing.
Oh my God, I’m pretty sure I see heaven as stars explode in front of my eyes and I climax again, moaning out my pleasure. I think I understand why he has a reputation. He knows my body better than I do and this is our first time. I start to realize why women would want to hold on to him.
“You’re gorgeous when you come,” he says.
“Huh?” I blink before his words register. “Oh.” I smile, enjoying the afterglow of two orgasms. “I wouldn’t know.”
He chuckles at my stupid joke. Then he puts a hand under my waist and flips me over. What? There’s more? I feel his cock all over the back of me as he kisses me everywhere. My neck, my shoulder, my back, my ass, especially my ass when he sinks his teeth into me. He lifts my hips, shoves a mound of pillows under me, and spreads my legs. Then his head is back between my thighs, nibbling, sucking and who knows what all. Only I know I’m getting turned on again.
He positions himself at my entrance and plunges in. “You’re so wet, Sam.”
“I should be. You’ve just given me two orgasms.”
“Hmm. And to think the night has just begun.”
“What?” I gasp.
“That was only a warm up.”
I’m speechless because two has been the limit of the few guys that came before him.
“And Sam, this one’s going to be a little rougher than the last two.”
As soon as his words end, he slams into me, deep.
“Oh, God, Ben.” It’s all I can say.
He presses a palm on my back, pushing me down but keeping my ass raised and fucks me like a mad man. Now I know what I’ve been missing and why all the bad girls are bad. This is what fucking is all about.
My fingers grab the sheets and clump them up right before I scream out his name and have violent orgasm number three. He isn’t done and I ache in the sweetest way. He adjusts his angle as he continues to pound into me building my fourth release.
“That’s it, baby. I feel your tight pussy grip me. You’re going to come and so am I.”
He grips my sides as he nails me to the bed. I come hard screaming out my pleasure as he grunts, coming hard, grinding himself against my ass. Then he pulls out and collapses on top of me, grabbing me close to him.
“That was epic,” he says.
I can hardly catch my breath, but manage to utter, “Yeah. It was.”
He kisses my cheek and I turn so I can kiss him back. What I thought would be a quick peck turns into a serious make out session. We are nothing but hands, lips, and tongues.